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Chantonnay. Elijah took Adam’s advice and fed, but it was more so
because his hunger grew too immense to ignore. In a near feverish
state, Elijah tried to control his thirst. He knew whoever was
unlucky enough to have chosen to walk down that street that night
was not going to survive his hunger. He soon found his feast–a
teenage homeless couple. They sat around a metal barrel warming
themselves with the flames from its burning contents
inside.
    In his
weakened state his ability to ambush them was greatly diminished.
Clumsily he made his way to the couple and used his telepathy to
his advantage. He stood calmly before the two, his demeanour gentle despite his raging hunger. Silently he told
the boy that he had nothing to worry about. Turning him towards the
street, Elijah mesmerized him into believing he saw a kennel of
puppies to keep him occupied while he fed on his friend. The boy
did as he was told and in a trance he acted out his interaction
with his hallucination. Before the girl could question him, Elijah
was on her, his teeth tearing her flesh. He let out a moan of
delight, her lifeblood was ambrosial. Reaching fervour he pressed his cold torso against her hot body, enjoying the
taste of her, the feel of her. As her body became weaker with each
swallow of her blood, his strength returned.
    He pulled away as her heart
began to beat erratically. As the wind sent the aroma of the boy’s
blood towards him, Elijah dropped the girl onto the cold, hard
ground. He now turned his attention to the boy.
    In just a few steps, Elijah
stood behind the teenager and roughly turned the boy to face him.
The sudden jerking woke the boy from his hypnotized state and he
looked about in total confusion. Seeing his girlfriend lying
lifeless on the ground he began to tremble. The boy tried to take a
step back but Elijah held him firmly in place. Without a word he
cocked the boy’s head to the side and fed upon him until Elijah had
his fill.
    Walking out of the alley,
he could feel his strength return with each passing moment, though
the wound on his neck remained. Before turning the corner, he
glanced back seeing the tragic scene of the two dead children
behind him. With a sigh, Elijah began walking in the direction of
Chantonnay. The events of that night weighted heavy on him and he
couldn’t help but feel that his guilt, fear and loathing would be
his downfall.
    A Mustang glided its way
out of the gates of Chantonnay, but he kept his pace slow towards
the approaching car. He could tell the silhouette of the driver was
Deirdra’s. Instantly the desire to tell her what had happened
overwhelmed him, but that lingering feeling of dread would keep him
from telling her all that he knew.
    “Elijah, what’s wrong?” She
asked. As he peered into Deirdra’s eyes fear gripped onto him
fiercely.
    “Elijah, please. What is
it? Tell me!”
    “He’s
here…” Elijah finally said, his demeanour changing
from fear to defeat. He was overcome with a sense of hopelessness.
Elijah couldn’t see any light at the end of the tunnel, only
darkness and a cage made of steel to imprison his clan. One guarded
by his sire, the Blood God.
    “Who’s here?” Stepping
closer to him, she wrapped her arms around his waist. Looking up at
him, he knew she waited for a response.
    “Adam…” It was the only
response he could muster.
    “Adam?” Letting go of him,
she took a step back.
    “What do
you know about this Adam? Who is he?”
    Before Elijah could even
answer, Deirdra stood before him again, reached up and touched the
wound. Immediately he was reminded of the attack against him and
fought against the threat of weeping at his misfortunes–at
everyone’s misfortunes.
    “Who did this to you?” She
asked frantically. “Why aren’t you healing?”
    “For Christ’s sake, what
the hell is going on!” She exclaimed but as Elijah did not respond,
she turned and began walking back to the car only to stop halfway
and look back at him.
    “Are you